And you have been paying attention.
To rugby football.
Paying it your undivided attention.
Glued to it.
And you have been paying attention.
To rugby football.
Paying it your undivided attention.
Glued to it.
I actually didnât see the game as I was watching Napoli Fiorentina but was following the action here and joined in the celebrations.
A great day for fior gaels.
Bandwagoner alert.
Iâm anti-bandwagon.
43-20
The West Brits sleep with the fishes.
But youâve just proved the opposite is true, mate.
You are as big a bandwagoner as they come.
I havenât proven anything of the sort, my continued service to the anti-rugby football fraternity has been here, is here now and will always be here - in popularity and delusion - I will never be a slave to the masses.
Our day has come.
Ah bollocks, just heard that Ireland have qualified for the 2019 World Cup.
Looking forward to Off The Ball tonight.
Might actually tune in myself
Yet another victory for the cynics of TFK
Great camaraderie and unity throughout from the anti-smugly crowd.
Veni, vidi, vici.
We are wolves amongst sheep.
I didnât see much camaraderie last week. You lot wilted in the face of the stunning numbers the Rugby World Cup was delivering, crushing association footballâs ratings in the Irish market.
Oh, Iâd say you know all about being amongst sheep, pal.
I see Mils Muliaina had the sexual assault charges dropped. He allegedly touched a 19-year-old woman âon the bottom over her trousersâ in a nightclub, but there was a lack of evidence. He must have showed soft hands in the tackle, but surprised the TMO missed that one.
But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of-
âFour legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better!â
It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse.
But just at that moment, as though at a signal, all the sheep burst out into a tremendous bleating of-
âFour legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better! Four legs good, two legs better!â
It went on for five minutes without stopping. And by the time the sheep had quieted down, the chance to utter any protest had passed, for the pigs had marched back into the farmhouse.
Donât let your bitterness snowball, pal.
Youâll only be fit for the funny farm before long.
The pro rugby football fraternity on here are absolutely seething.
âWe beat the football in the tv ratings.â
âWe are building from the grassroots upâ
âIt has been a great World Cup.â
âThe injuries killed usâ
You got your arses handed to you by the worst team in the Southern Hemisphere. Humiliated, embarrassed, torn asunder, destroyed, shamed.
Still Six Nations Champions anyway to console ye.
Never been past a quarter final, never won a knockout match.
Weâre having a party when rugby football in Ireland dies and it will soon when the first case for medical negligence comes before the courts and sensible parents wonât let their kids play it anymore.
Yep, I will relocate to the kitchen in 5 minutes.